Luyện nghe bài hát Thugz Cry

For the media, don't let
the fool ya', I will f**k you up.

. . . the
cry
This is what it sounds [this is
what it like, this is what it sounds like . .
.] . . .
. . . when the cry [when
the thugs cry, when the cry].

Nigga we represent the get schizophrenic n
panic maybe the would understand if they'd get
off ass and mash.
How do you manage? Paranoid, don't even my
boyz watch for the plot and deploys scopin
a dope fiend. But
I'm smokin in the alleyz with ghetto guns and
erased my funds Watts, niggas in Cali bullets to
the still rowdy Jesus
really never died, you mutual suicide. Who
am I? Local vocals going coast to coast.
Heaven'll me right fo
sho deception weather my brethren but days when
they parlay get killed when they get tah
the weapon's
close and the said I need time to myself on
the ocean those thoughts but I'm brought up
of this independence
caught up sever relentless evil intentions
him even the henchmen warrior, poet, never to
mention I my lady
we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke
on, we can get the on, we can get the stroke
on, when the cry.

This is what it sounds like is
what it sounds like, this is what it sounds . .
.] . . .
[Come on, on,
on . . .]
. . . when the thugs cry
the cry, when the thugs cry].
you ready,
ready,

We keepin the lights on at and I ain't
f**kin the boss lookin at me sexy take your
off but my go soft! never
mix business with sickness enemy see me flippin
in the picnic with your little divide and but
my sister was to
bomb her! Get off the dizznik, and up off my
me and my boyz give us a how could you ever

tell that I was the
only one was making noise ain't it a of
trust look in the gutter, unh, never yo book by
its cover, to the
muthaf**ka I......I studder but what if I
lost it and came in the and nobody noticed with
explosives on top of
Versace clothes give up the ghost Picasso,
lil' like Caesar, Stack's like lil' Pesci N
and Wish don't give a
f**k! O I'm Gambino -n- the walkin dead up on
the wrong of the bed. Bible of survival triple
six rivals, triple six
member you said I read but I with killas, Niggaz
that'll bust in the club you don't us strapped in
the bed, strapped up
the in the
realest, the realest, the realest.

is what it sounds like [this is
what it sounds like, this is what it like . .
.] . . .
[Yeah, yeah, . . .
come on, come on, on.]
. . . when the cry [when
the thugs cry, when the cry].
you ready,
ready, Oh no!

It'll make your body shake when too late soon
as you off the safety baby this we all day
don't tell me you crazy,
they sell me? Hell, naw! For reason weepin'
widow be the demon so cheap and at least she go
deep dead in yo
pockets no sleep. with my crucifix Lucifer
usually uses the rule of these tricks in the
school of ghetto games
and the fool of this bitch's I say shame, shame,
shame. attacking me actually I'm in the grain
ask Mr. these
casualties well passin me by but I hear death
callin' it's so cold in a room who's stallin'
better after me, we say
y'all all in the
battle we, we, battle we.

This is what it like [this is
what it sounds like, this is what it sounds . .
.] . . .
. . . when the thugs cry
the cry, when the thugs cry].